In exactly two weeks from tonight I’m going to be tired and hopefully sunburnt from a long weekend at Riot Fest in Chicago, Illinois.
I’ve been making buttons for a long time now showing off bands I think are cool or quotes from movies that deserve more respect. I am also someone who enjoys the great political minds and transitions of the 60s in America. With that respect I’ve made buttons showcasing some great political signs or references for political strife in the past.
When I was in high school I went to Peabody’s Downunder to see Rocket From The Crypt play. My friends and I didn’t have enough money to pay the covers so we wandered the The Flats of Cleveland, Ohio sparing change from people. We ended up by The Odeon where we walked right in because whoever was headlining was already on and no one seemed to care or notice. We pointed and laughed at some boy band that was playing got some change and headed back to our show.
Just an example of something you should own.
I bought a near complete press kit for my personal favorite. My holy grail is a cardboard stand up.
A buddy who made me a tape that had the Minor Threat discography record on it, Dixie by Avail and a Minor Threat cover by The Suicide Machines. This tape would later go on to change my life...
When I was a kid I didn’t really have friends so I retreated to my basement for most hours of the day. If it was the summer I wouldn’t leave the basement besides to eat or use the bathroom. I had a tv, vcr, nintendo and my dog Toby. Here we watched countless movies and acted them out. We would rewrite scenes and create them. (one of Toby’s favorite characters was Snarf from Thundercats) But that’s not the point. The point of this post is to discuss Dennis the Menace Dinosaur Hunter.
I’ve been working from home because of the health scare and I decided to upgrade a few things to make everything work perfectly for the company...
That’s an insane number. There’s no more 30 is the new 20. There is just 40 then 50. I guess suicide is an option but I’m much too young for that.
I can’t get comfortable when I want to write. It’s as if I’m blocked. Blocked isn’t something I believe in. My dumb brain is always moving, dreaming, thinking, creating nonsense but nothing is coming out on paper. I keep telling myself to review the ten thousand hours of television I watch a day but instead …